Too Close To The Flame

Jan 22, 2009 10:14

I watch as Alexis brings Edward to his quarters but recoil at the stench of garlic. I have never seen Edward so beaten. Of course Alexis soon has his wine as he stands outside Edward's door listening to the familiar being torn to shreds.

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al3xis_v January 22 2009, 15:29:51 UTC
I slam my door then walk over and grab a bottle of wine. I don't bother with a glass. Instead I sit down heavily in my seat and stab my fingernail into the cork pulling it out then flicking it against the wall. It bounces off the stones landing somewhere. I don't really care where as I put the bottle up at my mouth and drink down the sweet liquid.

It may be sweet but it burns as it goes down and I wouldn't have it any other way. Now all I need is a couple of whores. Wine and whores, what a perfect combination.

I dig my hand down the side of my chair and pull out the mirror. I don't look at it yet but just let it sit there as a reminder.

I have just about finished the bottle when I hear a knock at my door. At first I ignore it but it comes again. One of them checking up on me. I growl as I finish the rest of the bottle and throw it into the fire. "Go away! I don't need checking up on!"

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m1ch43l_g January 22 2009, 15:37:25 UTC
I open the door and sneer at his back, "I'm not checking up on you Alexis! After the little display at Edward's quarters I decided it best to check on the whores I assumed I'd find in here. We only have so many and you are well known for your greed in that department!"

No matter how good my intentions may have been, I can not help but spew out insults.

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al3xis_v January 22 2009, 15:46:12 UTC
I reach for another bottle. Michael come to do his usual. "Of course you come here..." I jab my fingernail into the cork and hear the pop as I pull it out. This one I throw in the fire and watch sizzle. "The whores always leave my chambers satisfied." I take a drink. "It's not my problem you need to go looking for them."

I sigh tiredly and look at the closed mirror knowing what I will see when I open it. "Go insult someone else. Or better still go fetch me a whore."

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m1ch43l_g January 22 2009, 15:49:26 UTC
I walk to his chair and look down seeing the mirror. Why must he torture himself?

"I do not abuse my body with such filth as whores," I look down at the bottle and slap it away causing it to slam against the wall, "or vile alcohol! Nor should you! We are vampire!"

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m1ch43l_g January 23 2009, 07:34:30 UTC
I look at the floor and the broken mirror and feel my heart ache for him. But yet I know he is wrong, he does not need the physical reminder. This is the first time he has ever spoken to me with an open heart. I feel honored.

"You could never forget him Alexis. He is a part of you. Over time the pain lessens, but you have made it a point to keep it fresh in your mind with this physical reminder. What's done is done my friend. You love him and he loved you. The memory of that love should not be tainted with remorse and guilt."

Wanting to be close to him - needing it, I move closer. "You have built a wall around yourself. The only way any of us could get close to you was through blood. And yet it has been centuries since I've tasted yours - or you mine ( ... )

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al3xis_v January 23 2009, 07:46:24 UTC
I turn my eyes back to him and involuntarily I turn my cheek into his caress. "I wish you could have known him." I look down. "He would have hated who I am." I turn back to the fire and sigh. "I've always been a disappointment to those I love. Or to those who love me, whatever, it's all the same in the end isn't it?"

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m1ch43l_g January 23 2009, 08:01:36 UTC
Stepping to the side I grab his upper arms and turn him to face me. His self hatred hurting not only himself, "Stop this! Your brother loved you! You know he would gladly have died for you as you him. And he did! Stop tarnishing his sacrifice with your guilt!"

Taking his face once again, this time with more power and passion I pull him toward me my lips barely touching his I growl low, "We love the real you, the one we know is inside you. The one we can see, but you can not. The one your brother loved."

Pressing my lips to his he tries to pull away but I hold his face tightly to mine as my lips finally feel his, their softness and almost-warmth. Parting my lips I kiss his closed mouth with a moan, my tongue lapping at them as my fingers slip back into his soft thick hair.

Pulling back only enough to whisper I tell him, "Stop hiding from me Alexis..."

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al3xis_v January 23 2009, 08:20:50 UTC
I instinctively push back and look down at him. Such a switch from telling me how disgusting I am to this, kissing me. I put my hand in the middle of his chest and narrow my eyes at him asking, unsure. "Are you making fun of me Michael?"

I look at him and ask softly. "Is this some trick to show me how shameful I really am?"

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m1ch43l_g January 24 2009, 01:16:20 UTC
The sound of his moan fuels my hunger and need for him ten fold. Ripping the rest of his shirt off my hand explores his chiseled back, hard abs all slickened by his own blood.

Standing I hold onto him and make my way to my bed where I push him back onto. Licking my lips I moan my need for him and rip off my shirt before lowering myself down onto him and taking his nipple into my mouth. The taste of his blood, his flesh mixed with the knowledge of his needs and wants is sending me into a frenzy for him!

I feel his hands on me. Unsure if he is pulling me closer or pushing me away I growl and take them in mine and hold them tightly beside his head.

Toeing off my shoes I grind my cock into his thigh gasping at the feel. The liquor in his blood giving me a high on top of the high of him. Nipping my way all over his chest I moan, "More, more..."

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al3xis_v January 24 2009, 01:40:59 UTC
I arch my back and push my chest up to him loving the feel of his mouth and teeth on me and the press of his hardness against my thigh. The sensations and alcohol making me giddy as he takes what he wants.

It's completely overwhelming combined with the emotions rushing through me and even as I moan for more I beg him. "Michael.. please..." I roll my hips grinding my cock into him and whimper. "Stop.."

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m1ch43l_g January 24 2009, 01:47:44 UTC
My hand slips down his chest and stomach to cover his hard cock and squeeze him. I hear his plea for me to stop but his body wants more!

Lifting his arm over his head I let go of the other hand and run my tongue up his side burying my nose in his arm pit taking in his scent and pressing my hips harder against him.

Licking at his arm pit, my breathing ragged and broken I pant out, "Don't make me stop... Alexis..... oh fuck need you so much!"

My hand working the button and zipper on his pants I need to feel his flesh, see it, taste it! So many nights I've laid in bed alone imagining him inside me, loving me!

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al3xis_v January 25 2009, 00:15:01 UTC
I groan loudly as his hand slips inside me pants and I grip the back of his neck my fingertips grasping his hair. The light heady sensation gets worse as I gasp and whimper in ecstasy at his attentions.

I roll my head to the side and the room sways violently around me as I grab at him and try to push him off. My heart hurts and I let out a small sob. "Not like this.. please.. stop."

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